Lorenzo!

I can honestly say that I had a fantastic Christmas, and among the many wonderful experiences and exchanges I encountered, what really completed this holiday season or even the year for that matter, was finding this picture. Wow, I was sixteen in this photo, on my way to prom, and the most meaningful moment during that evening was standing there next to my grandfather, considering, he was so incredibly dynamic to me. I thought about this photo often… and I found it.

Being a creative, a filmmaker, a woman, or just simply a person often it’s necessary that I go inward to reach that motivation, you know, that incentive to keep pushing' ahead and get out there to manifest those dreams, those goals. Lately, my grandfather has been at the center of this place that I turn to, and I can't even begin to go on about how lucky I am to have had a grandfather who took the time to create that Avalon.

What do I find in this Avalon, this special retreat? The memories, I find the memories, the days my grandfather gave me the pomegranates he picked in his backyard, the dollhouse I adored that he worked so hard to build for me. I hear the music he collected and placed on cassette tapes just for me. Sometimes when I return to this Avalon I can smell the sandwiches he would make for me in his little cooking sandwich machine. I watch him sitting alone, quietly listening to Paul Simon, and I can even see him sitting beside me falling asleep in church right around the moment I would lean against him and fall asleep as well.

Love grows and remains with you in this life and beyond, creating a place for you to always turn to and find the will to win.

I thank my lucky stars for that place where I can always find my grandfather Lorenzo, sitting there listening quietly to the music he collected, the music he gave to me.

Spirit Voices (Remastered LP V...

Follow the Rabbit

The Dog Days Are Over

This song is kinda what I felt like shouting out loud recently (last Friday) when the Gypsy and I handed in our last draft... Yes, a draft of a story that began as a symbol of many things- a sense of humour in heartache as well as the oncoming of possible love, the end of a friendship but also the beginning of a new one, growth, resolution, and many other things.

It took us some time, revising those last fifty pages.. Experiences had come and gone. I was no longer the same person with the same thoughts nor was the Gypsy. What or where was this story going? But then it came... that conclusion. It came in our own moments of transition, healing,and happiness... it came in a warehouse filled with loud music soundtracking the paintings of naked Russians crowding the walls, gloved hands gripped on the handlebars of a motorcycle speeding through the city, a voice singing intensely in the quiet of a writing session.

Experiences in life will not often resolve in the way we may want, but sometimes what happens in those very moments can be good enough for what they're worth...lessons, feelings, passion, great sex, excitement, feeling the heartbeat and break. It is all better than a boring day in the kingdom of nine to five, the routine of everyday life and mechanical people..

The Dog Days Are Over..